Friday, September 14, 2012

Pigeon English

A man seeds pigeons,
doesn't have to be a man,
eight bucks a month for coos
and guano,
crows come too
cawing for attention.

Not pretty, 
nobody watching
the scatter get pecked,
some fall by the wayside
and sprout.

The strange maize escapes the birds
and waves a foot higher
than the broken sidewalk.

My neighbor, never seen,
spreads the gospel of grace
to critters bobbing heads
and pedestrians carrying bread.

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